Hogwarts Everything is Three

The lights in Dumbledore's office were all on the moment they stepped in, and the portraits of the previous principals snored gently in the frame. While Harry was still looking at the layout of the office, Dumbledore had directed the pen to fly to the desk.

"Harry, the memory that I want to show you tonight is hard-earned. I think this is the most important one of all the memories I have collected." Dumbledore learned from the splendid castle-like shelf where he had many memories. I took out a small crystal bottle.

Harry noticed that the contents of the bottle were not easy to pour into the **** basin. It seemed to be a little condensed. He couldn't help but start to wonder. Could his memory also deteriorate?

Dumbledore pointed to the meditation basin and made an inviting gesture to Harry. Harry approached the stone basin and leaned down obediently, immersing his face in the memory. He experienced the familiar falling in the void. feel.

"I really want to know where you got the news. You are more informed than most professors at Hogwarts." This is Horace Slughorn with a much younger voice.

Six or seven boys sitting around him, all fifteen or six years old. Harry recognized Riddle at a glance, his face was the most handsome. He who seemed to be the most relaxed, smiled and said, "Professor, is it true that Professor Melles is going to retire?"

"Oh Tom, I definitely can't tell you directly if I know it's right." Slughorn's hand picked out a piece of pineapple compote in a box. With his eyes widened and smiling, he looked refreshed and had thick, shiny yellow hair.

"Thank you for bringing the pineapple. This is indeed my favorite, but how did you know?" Slughorn asked suspiciously, squinting his eyes, leaning forward.

Riddle raised the corner of his mouth and smiled gently, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Intuition."

When the party was over, the boys all stood up and filed out. Riddle sat in the seat and did not move, deliberately falling behind. He obviously wanted to stay in the room with Slughorn alone.

Slughorn glanced at the sand funnel and asked, "I think we still have some time, Tom, is there anything else?"

"There's one...Professor." Riddle frowned slightly and endured Horace constantly calling him by the name he thought was too ordinary, and then slowly approached his potions professor and asked in a low voice, "One night I In the restricted area of ​​the library... I read some material about some rare magic, I think you might be able to point me." Riddle approached Slughorn, "If I remember correctly that thing is called... Horcrux."

Slughorn's kind face suddenly became severe and severe. He sternly yelled at Riddle and asked: "What did you say?! I have never heard of this kind of thing, even if I know it, I won't tell you. Give it to me immediately. Leave! Don’t talk to me about it anymore!"

With a violent wave of Slughorn’s arm, the room twisted and the dark mist filled the room. Harry could neither see Slughorn nor Riddle. The memory ends here, his head is from the **** basin. Lift it up.

"Very confused." Dumbledore looked at Harry. "I would be surprised if you didn't think about it."

"I don't understand what happened just now." Harry wiped the drops of water on his face in a daze.

"This may be the most important memory I have collected, but at the same time it is a lie. This memory has been tampered with by his master, our old friend Professor Slughorn." Dumbledore explained. , "So Veritaserum and Panthera can not be counted as real evidence, because it may be tampered with... Otherwise, it would be easy when you were brought down by Fudge in court last year..."

"Why does he want to change his memory?"

"Why, yeah, why? I guess he is ashamed of it, he thinks he made Voldemort himself." Dumbledore looked at Harry, "I asked you to approach Slughorn, and you can do it too. When it's there, then I want to ask you to persuade him to hand over this memory."

Dumbledore flicked his hand over the basin, looking down at the slowly rotating silver memory in the basin, the thing that was neither solid nor liquid in the basin slipped from his hand: "This memory is everything. Without him, we would be blind."

After that, on the first weekend after returning to school, goalkeeper Filch stood at the entrance of Hogwarts Castle, carefully checking the permission form in the hands of the wizards with the signature of the guardian to allow him to visit Hogsmeade.

Although the snow around the path from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade has melted, this does not mean that the sun is shining and warm and comfortable, and the melting snow makes the weather more cold and wet. The dark clouds in the sky were suppressed low, and even so, the wizards of Hogwarts happily seized this rare opportunity to go out.

On this muddy and slippery path, Luna leaped lightly with her weird singing. Ginny and her slightly dressed-up Hermione walked side by side behind her, talking and laughing, a few beautiful little ones. The witch became a landscape on the road.

Hogsmeade on Saturday was very lively because of the patronage of these little wizards. The Honey Duke was crowded with Hogwarts students. At this time, the little wizards who were aroused by appetite were attracted by the dazzling array of goods, and looked back from the beautiful witches.

Rows of shelves are filled with the most delicious and juicy candies. The last time Ambrosio Frum, the owner of the Honey Duke’s shop, went to Hogwarts to attend Professor Slughorn’s dinner. He carried all kinds of candies in the basket where he cast the Unmarked Stretching Curse with him. He gave these candies to the students who attended the dinner. As he had expected, the wizards who received his candies were extremely large. Some have become his loyal customers.

However, the ice cream that the owner Ambrosio thought would be popular with little wizards was coldly treated. Except for the famous mad girl Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw who just came in, no one wants to be cold like this. Go and eat cold ice cream in the weather.

Diagon Alley at this time.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of people in the past, in front of a rectangular house where the central part of the roof is composed of a huge circular vault and a semicircular vault on the front and back, many Aurors While maintaining order, a large group of reporters squeezed outside this room. Many foreign media who had heard the wind in the British magic world came from abroad. They crowded and aimed their photographic equipment. The Aurors blazed and maintained the center of the road-although this is a new thing for the British wizarding community, it does not prevent it from attracting the attention of the wizarding community in other countries, as long as the subsequent successful manifestations are waiting for things Fermentation, in this kind of forcibly healthy development, the effect will be much better than Luna's previous deception method of acting as a double.

The specially selected male and female Aurors with good looks stood at the door gently and helplessly persuaded: "Gentlemen and ladies please be quiet, don't be crowded, be careful."

Today is the inauguration ceremony of the Temple of Ravenclaw donated by the Harris family in Diagon Alley, and celebrities from all walks of life in the magical world are invited to attend, even if many local pure-blood families are secretly fighting with the Harris family~www.mtlnovel .com~ At least on the bright side, they still maintain sufficient decent and proper etiquette for each other.

On such occasions, as a nominally Ravenclaw voter, Allen stood in the hall of the temple where he had cast the invisible curse, awaiting the inauguration of the Ravenclaw temple.

The wizards who had received Ravenclaw's "grace" dressed up and actively contacted various media to talk about how they had received Ravenclaw's grace-as the first batch of Ravenclaw's manifestations The beneficiaries, after Allen privately subsidized these people who had been staying in St. Mungo’s Hospital for a long time without a job, except for Katie Bell who would complete their studies in school, they were originally due to their own Unfortunately, the wizards without a stable source of life all agreed to stay in this new temple and become a part of it, and they will carry out evangelistic activities in Diagon Alley later.

The walls of this temple have elegant arched windows, hung with blue and bronze silk, and the ceiling is a dome with stars on it, and stars on the dark blue carpet below. In the dome, many ravens dance and roost under the stars, adding a lot of mystery to the temple. The surrounding walls are all made up of huge bookshelves. If not in the depths, the one in the Ravenclaw common room is even bigger and solemn. The white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw and its dragon-shaped relief base, as well as the preaching platform and benches in front of it, the graduates of Ravenclaw even mistakenly thought they were back. Hogwarts.

It is necessary to know that even the ghost of Hogwarts Ravenclaw's college Lady Gray is floating near the statue of her mother, which not only adds to this feeling, but also seems to prove the authenticity of this incident.